Stay with me, Ken!

One Blow

"He's not having any news at all" Ken murmured inwardly. Since checking out of the hotel Sunday afternoon, Ken has not received any orders from Al. Be it asking the news or giving her a task.

Ken only himself, after praying isya he chose to watch TV in the middle room. This whole day he's not going anywhere. He spent time cleaning the house and preparing the thesis he would bring to the teaching staff tomorrow morning.

"Hem.if he likes me the same, it's not like this" Ken patted his cheeks, as if he had only been thinking about Al, leaving the TV on but his mind was everywhere.

"Conscious, Ken. Maybe he is just the same attention you are limited to the boss and the employer," he murmured again.

"Ah..," Ken again hit both cheeks. He could still clearly remember how Al looked at him and the man's heartbeat and breathing were so irregular when Ken was accidentally over his body.

"I can't get carried away. Conscious.conscious. He immediately turned off the TV and got up from his seat.

After making sure all the doors were locked, Ken stepped into the room. The clock has shown at 22.40 WIB and the atmosphere of the house is also increasingly quiet.

"I'd better go to sleep so I have no luck" he said again.

*******

"I'll take your things now, tomorrow I'll have to take care of the sales letter to the notary and pay off the rest of the payment," Bram immediately said goodbye when he delivered Al safely to the apartment he had just bought a few hours ago.

"Nearly all of you,"

"Ok, whatever. Just bring enough clothes. The important thing is the item that I have listed earlier," Al reminded Bram who had walked towards the door.

"Thank you, yeah. You were great. In an instant to find the apartment as I wanted," Al still swept his gaze to the corner of the new living room. He was very satisfied with Bram's work.

"From the beginning, too. I can read your mind well. So the result is also in accordance with what you want,"

"Yes, ha.ha." Al's laughter was crisp. Admittedly, Bram knows his taste better than himself. Those who are brought together in difficult circumstances, have a bond more than a brother. Al was very sure of that. A strong friendship between him and Bram and his relationship with Bram who is already like family.

"Truly grace" murmured Al in the heart.

"Ok, I'll go home first. Hunt the exit shut," Bram immediately left, leaving Al to drive him to the front door.

******

Because it was late at night, even though the working day of the road to Bogor began to stretch. The residents of Bogor and surrounding areas who make their living in Jakarta have returned home, gathering with their families.

It only took 40 minutes, Bram had arrived at Al's house. The house looks so quiet but the garden lights and the outside of the house are all on. The house is also clean and tidy.

"Even though Al is not in place, it seems like Mr. Parman and Ms. Ros are still working well" Bram thought to himself.

Bram parked his car outside the gate to make it easier to get out. Although the yard of Al's house is quite spacious, but Bram males if you have to turn around. No one helped him park. Wrong he damaged the plants in the house and was sprayed Al.

Bram opened the gate and door of the house without having to wake the person inside. Because he has been considered as his own family, Bram has always had the keys to Al's house. He always kept it in his car. When he comes in the middle of the night, he can open the door himself.

Arriving in the living room, the house looks quiet. The wall clock in the room shows at 12.10 WIB. He looked towards Ms. Ros's room and the lights in the room seemed dim.

"He's asleep" Bram thought to himself. He did not want to build the housekeeper at this hour. Bram went straight to Al's room, packing the items the owner requested.

Bram picky clothes Al neatly arranged in his closet. Put it in the bag that he had prepared first. He also opened a drawer that was on the inside of the closet, picked up a watch and some cash mops.

Because of interest only in the dressing room, Bram left the room in a dark condition. He only turned on the lights in the dressing room to make it easier for him to pick up items ordered by Al. He did not realize that there was a pair of eyes that had been hiding him from the dark room since earlier.

"Bug," the sound of a punch that can still be heard by Bram. After that his head became dizzy, the world seemed to spin.

"****** you, bottom of the thief," Bram could still hear the voice before he fell to the floor and did not remember anything.

Before contacting Mr. Parman, Ken tied both hands and Bram used a belt he took from the closet. Now Bram's position is on his stomach, his hands tied back, his legs are the same. While his mouth was stuffed tightly with rolls of socks belonging to his employer.

"I called Mr. Parman before I called the police" Ken spoke to himself. While his hands were busy looking for a list of contacts of Mr. Parman on his HP.

His heart skipped a beat, although he had managed to knock out his opponent but Ken was afraid if suddenly the person was aware and put up a fight. He also did not know whether there was a conspiracy out there or not.

As he peeked out of the window of his room, the gate was open and the car parked outside was closed.

"This is the thief, sir," cried Ken as soon as he heard Mr. Parman's voice calling his name from the direction of the parlour.

"Buruan, sir," cried Ken again. His voice sounded so panicked and slightly shook with the fear that haunted him.

Mr. Parman who was already in the room went straight to the dressing room. In a hurry he untied Bram and gave help to the man. He didn't care about Ken standing by the side of the closet. His body trembled, while his panicked face suddenly turned into a sense of wonder.

"Sir, he's the thief" cried Ken annoyed. It seemed to resuscitate the actions of Mr. Parman who violated the rules.

"Wake, Son. Duh.gimana that," cried Mr. Parman. After successfully untying Bram's hands and feet, he also picked up the socks used to stuff the man's mouth.

"Son, Bagun," Mr. Parman continued to shake Bram's body and occasionally hit his cheek so that he would soon wake up.

"Wow, this danger. Don't-don't in the concussion of the brain. What are you hitting on?" asked Mr. Parman so panicked.

"Here," Ken showed the large size marble pan wok he still held.

"What's? That big wok you stick to his head" exclaimed Mr. Parman in shock.

"That's a thief, he's already done with Mr. Al's stuff," Ken's still trying to explain what happened to Mr. Parman.

"Ken! He's not a thief. This is Bram" Parman said firmly.

"Bram?" ken asked confused.

Mr. Parman did not respond to Ms. Ros's child's question. Instead he asked Ken for help to lift Bram. Move the man to Al's bed.

"Help me. Hurry," ordered Mr. Parman who had already shrugged Bram's shoulder. Ken was asked to lift the man's leg.

"Buruan" ordered Mr. Parman again.

******

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